It's a very bizarre place.

The weirdness I mean is not superficial, on the surface, this market is very prosperous in some unknown year and month, and at one end of the street, the smell of eighteen folded buns overflows the nostrils.

But we are still in the locked dragon well, how can we come to such a market?

We tugged at each other's robes for fear of being separated in this strange place.

The naughty boys and merchants on the street all looked at us with a strange gaze, as if they could actually see us.

There were even people who talked to us and asked us where we came from and where we were going.

This really doesn't look like a fantasy, when he walked past a steamed bun stall, Huang Bawang couldn't help it, he ignored the weirdness here, and grabbed several steamed buns.

"Hey, you guys, give me money!"

The burlap vendor didn't catch the Yellow Overlord, but he grabbed my hand.

I can feel the presence of temperature, this hand is real, and this vendor also has yang energy on his body.

In other words, this is a real person, and I can be sure that something is wrong with this place, but I can't find out what the problem is.

Seeing that these people around me were staring at us, I thought to myself, even if I took out the yuan, it is estimated that these people wearing ancient clothes will not be able to accept it, and when I was hesitating, Wang Qing took out a piece of jade Buddha from his chest and threw it directly to this vendor.

A piece of jade Buddha of mutton fat jade, in exchange for a few steamed buns, this vendor was naturally happy to close his mouth, and even said thank you.

The vendors around us were all around us, and it seemed that they also wanted to pick up such a big bargain.

But except for Huang Bawang, who didn't have enough to eat, no one dared to eat anything here, and even the steamed buns that Huang Bawang ate were because he really couldn't hold back, and we were too shocked, looked around, and didn't stop him in time.

It's a terrible experience to be surrounded by zoo animals, no matter how I look at them, these people are real people, and we don't know where this place is, and we can't do anything to them.

"Uncle, I want to ask you something. ”

Zheng Fatzi stopped a passer-by old man carrying a vegetable basket.

The old man was very kind, and there was surprise in his eyes when he looked at us.

"What do you want to ask?"

The old man spoke authentic Mandarin, not Beijing.

"What kind of place is this?"

The old man was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "Are you babies too drunk, this is **!"

I frowned, we could understand the first half of what the old man said, and it was very clear, but when we arrived at the name of the place here, we suddenly couldn't hear it clearly.

Zheng Fatzi didn't give up, and asked a few more words, but the result was still the same, these people on the street could communicate normally, but they couldn't say the name of the place and the time it was in.

As soon as the key point was reached, the voices of these people were gone, as if they had been silenced by a great force.

Not only that, but you can't even look at the lip shape.

As soon as I saw that more and more people were looking at us as novelties, I had to leave with the group as soon as possible.

Things are not so simple, there is no fork in the street, only a straight avenue, and you can't see the end in sight.

I don't know where I can go if I go on this way, and when I ask pedestrians, no one can say clearly.

By now, everyone has seen that something is wrong, and although this place looks very real, I am afraid that the truth is not like this.

We are now standing under a restaurant full of friends, with a rich aroma of all kinds of dishes, and young men are busy back and forth with a towel board.

"I feel like I've made a discovery. ”

I looked at the shops at both ends and said, "Have you noticed that there are places to sell food on both sides of this street?"

I had long suspected this, and along the way, there were food sellers on both sides of the street, all kinds of food, such as sugar gourds, sugar people, trough cakes, bean juice, fried dough sticks, etc., which was called everything, and I seemed to be at the back of the crowd, and vaguely saw an 'M' shaped symbol.

Now that I think about it, it looks like the trademark symbol of a fast-food restaurant chain.

"You're right..."

Fat Zheng pointed to the restaurant behind us while responding to me.

I turned my head to see that there was a large plaque with gold letters on a black background hanging on the door of the restaurant - Quanjude.

Looking across the street again, it was Goubuli Bun.

Now we all sensed that something was wrong, so we all looked at someone who was drooling.

Naturally, we are looking at Huang Bawang, this is an authentic foodie, although we don't know if this has anything to do with him, but I always feel that this matter has something to do with him.

I suddenly understood something, and grabbed Huang Bawang, who was walking towards the roast duck restaurant.

"Let me ask you, what were you thinking before you entered this street?"

Huang Bawang swallowed his saliva, looked at the jujube red roast duck on the table and said, "Brother, I'm hungry, what else can I think of, what else do I want to eat!"

We all kind of understood something, but we missed the point.

If this guy hadn't stopped him. You have to have a bully meal.

"You mean, this is what Huang Bawang came up with?"

This place is full of fragrance, and you can't find a place that doesn't arouse cravings.

We're standing on the wall of a shop with flatbread on it, and I'm telling them what I think.

"Then you think, how can we get out of here?"

We don't have time or want to know how this place came to be, we just think about how to get out of here.

Zheng Fatzi looked at Huang Bawang playfully and said, "If this place appeared because of the big man's appetite, then we let him eat enough, he doesn't want to eat, can we go back?"

After hearing this, we were all stunned for a moment, but after thinking about it again, what Zheng Fatzi said was not wrong.

"Is there enough food in this place? Besides, is it poisonous?"

Although Huang Bawang's brain is not very bright, he has also been with us for a long time, and I don't want to use him as a test subject.

Whether the things in this place can be eaten or not is really a question, just when we are looking at the bottom line in our hearts, Huang Bawang's hungry eyes are blue.

Just the two steamed buns with alum added at a glance, he couldn't eat enough at all, and that little thing just aroused his cravings.

While we were discussing, Huang Bawang turned around violently and rushed directly into the restaurant.

I wanted to hold him, but this guy had a golden Buddha light coming out of his body, and it shook our hands away at once.

(End of chapter)